Just Three Dudes Havin' A Real Good Time!

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This debut album for H.O.W. (highly praised by MRR magazine) was recorded in Heaven Studios in two days, in which 22 fifteen packs of Lucky Lager were consumed.
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released May 12, 2012

All songs written and performed by Herd of Wasters.
Bart Dutchak - Drums
Kris Webb - Guitar and vocals
Andy Kesslar - Bass and vocals

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Herd Of Wasters Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Bart Dutchak - Drums
Andy Kesslar - Bass
Kris Webb - Guitar
The Herd of Wasters started up in early 2011 as a bit of a joke band, poking fun at society, singing about juvenile things and having a good time (see the debut album). Since then they have concentrated on bringing about awareness with social issues, sexism, politics and human rights but kept some of their well known quirky humor. ... more

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Track Name: Turbo
She's a teenage party queen
Living life fast on her knees
Her dad would break my face
If he knew what she did to me

Her name is Turbo
But little do you know (she's seventeen)
We're in our thirties
Goddamn we feel dirty ('cept for Nick)

She's going out on a date
With all the boys who love jailbait
She's still got a babyface
Training bra holds her tits in place
Track Name: Mikey Graves
You stepped in and ran a band into the ground
You sing like a cock and have the fucking dumbest hair around
Your songs are fucking lame and you have no goddamn nuts
If Danzig could find you he would rape you in your butt

Michael Graves you can lick my fucking pouch
Michael Graves I threw your records out
Michael Graves you can eat a big fat dick
Michael Graves you never wrote a hit

When I hear Horror Business I wanna smash some heads
But when I hear Scream I just wanna go to bed
You ruined my teen years and for that you gotta die
So go get fucked you stupid cunt and eat a big shit pie
Track Name: Lixy
Face painted like Paul Stanley
My vag does tricks, she's pretty handy
When I bend over you'll forget your name
But from this angle we all look the same

Spend fifty bucks and ya you'll bust a nut
Or throw loonies and try and stick 'em to my butt
Ride up and down that greasy pole
Use your hand and pretend it's my slimy hole

You can lose a roll in my asshole
But you you know you wanna win the prize

I'll come chat you up and down sniffers row
Do you know where I can score some blow
Got a show that you don't want to miss
Come watch me drink my own piss
Track Name: Rocks & Rails
All my money's fucking gone
Up my nose or in my arms

I don't have a problem
I don't have a problem
I don't have a problem with drugs

People say I'm bound to fail
Could give a fuck I want my rails

I don't have a problem
I don't have a problem
I don't have a problem with drugs
Track Name: H.O.W.
I woke up one morning
Head pounding stomach groaning
I knew that I had fucked up

I spent all my money
On fifteeners of Lucky
I'm losing more than just rent

We're just a herd of wasters
Making fun of ugly babies
Trying to fuck their ugly moms
I bet she does anal

We're just a herd of wasters
Getting drunk with turkey basters
Can't taste the liquor in my bum
We're having a good time
Track Name: Big Brown Stain
I spilled some coffee on the rug
Now I ain't getting no hugs
Ran out of spot shot today
So pick some up on the way

Cause it's a big brown stain

Be sure to buy the aerosol can
Cause I don't wanna hurt my hands
Scrubbing rug on my knees
Remember spot shot please

Cause it's a big brown stain
Track Name: Skate
Grab your deck, we're gonna hit the streets tonight
Twelve or more, Luckys in my pack does me just fine
Ride some rails, acid drop a twelve stair
Bust some bones, thank fuck for health care

We're going rippin', we ain't ever gonna stop
Keep breaking laws saying fuck the cops

Slam some beers, we're getting fucked we're gonna roll
Hop a fence, jump in and shred your neighbors bowl
Bail out, cops are coming to shake shit down
Fuck shit up, annihilate this concrete town

We're going rippin', we ain't ever gonna stop
Keep breaking laws saying fuck the cops

All you fucking fashion pricks
Riding longboards man you ain't fucking shit
Track Name: Waster 4 Life
Well I've been told that my life is a joke
I'm pushing thirty and I'm still fucking broke
I still ride my skateboard and I'm still breaking bones
They wan't me to grow up and do as I'm told

This is how I choose to live my life
Cause I don't want to be an asshole like you

Still killing kegs any weekend we can
Dancing like retards playing in shitty bands
I'll never pull in a solid 30k
But I'll always be happier than you'll ever be

This is how I choose to live my life
Cause I don't want to be an asshole like you
Track Name: 2, 4, 5 Trioxin
Shit went down at Uneeda Medical Supply
Now there ain't no turning back
How do you kill something that simply won't die
Zombies are on the attack

We released that toxic gas
Now we're totally fucked

2, 4, 5 trioxin
All my friends are fucking dying
Send more cops, they're still hungry
They're out there and ready to party

Hey check it out Trash is getting naked again
Tarman's banging on the door
she's being surrounded by a gang of dirty old men
Isn't that exactly what she asked for

We released that toxic gas
Now we're totally fucked

2, 4, 5 trioxin
All my friends are fucking dying
Send more cops, they're still hungry
They're out there and ready to party
Track Name: Colon Cobra
Hanging out in Swift, need to drop a mean old shit
Those three dollar onion rings didn't help things one bit
Awe here it comes running out my bum
It's gonna come back and ruin your nice off white rugs

Ate some Indian food today
Now I know that I was going to pay
Got a colon cobra coming at ya
Don't come in here it's gonna blind ya

Hey where's your towels, I just unleashed hell from my bowels
The toilet's puking up my shit and it's smelling pretty foul
I'm on my knees cleaning up my dirty feces
I'm gonna need something a little stronger than febreeze

Ate some Indian food today
Now I know that I was going to pay
Got a colon cobra coming at ya
Don't come in here it's gonna fuckin' punch ya
Track Name: Glockey
First you build your ramp
Make sure you got lots of gasoline and a hockey stick and a couple of buds
We're playing glockey tonight and you know we're gonna shotgun some suds

You got two shots
You better make them count
If you land two
Next dude shotguns a brew

Finish your beer
You can toss it on the course and fuck up the next dudes shot
For everyone he hits it's a slug, man we're getting fucked up

You can show your balls
It's totally up to you
Try a double
It could be trouble watch out
Track Name: Noonsey
Father was a queer, mother was a lesbian
Didn't matter much to him cause his friends were festering
Kids didn't like him much, daddy took it in the butt
In his life it was the norm and who's hole his dad would fuck

Mother, father what have I done
I came to school today and I brought my gun
Mother, father what have I done
I came to school today and I came undone

Everyday he'd get beat up, mother was a fucking slut
Tried to take his life one day with a way for girls to fuck
Needles in his arms Noonsey's at an all time low
Now he's sporting speedos dancing at the bus depot

Mother, father what have I done
I came to school today and I brought my gun
Mother, father what have I done
I came to school today and I came undone